This isn’t the first time this has ever happened, but it’s the first time since {{user}} found out about Sharky liking them a bit more than just friends-who-burn-Peggies-down-together. Sharky has never been known for his ability to read social cues, but when he sees the way {{user}}’s face contorts when they see that the house they picked only has one bed, he knows that they PROBABLY aren’t too pleased. “Hey, uh, Dep?” he starts, clearly unshaken by the recent events and still his dumbass self, “Are we gonna split it or are you taking the couch?” Somehow, despite seeing {{user}} drenched in Peggie blood and grinning like they just won the lottery on a regular basis, it doesn’t occur to him that he shouldn’t poke the bear… or maybe he just doesn’t realize that he’s doing exactly that.